(So you said thats the best man who ever died."
And I said "well whys that?
And you said God knows)
He will walk this earth
Full of freaks, full of goths, full of girls
Surrounding him
They cover the streets
With their grime and their greed
Their grime and their greed
They pricked and they pinched him
With words as sharp as teeth
With a string of dreams they haunt him
And they curse him in his sleep
On an Oregon coast
Surrounded by ghosts
Of his family
Of his friends
They mean everything everything
Everything to him

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